AN - Thanks to Reality's Desire for your ideas. Stay tuned ;)
Sam's POV
Sam couldn't help but ogle at the mansion he was currently being led into. He should be getting nervous or something, but seriously, he would never do anything with Sebastian. It was good to get his neighbour worrying though.
"So," Sebastian leered. "Should we head straight to the boudoir?"
"What?" Sam asked half listening while he was trying to see how far up the staircase went. 'Sebastian lived in a frickin' palace!'
"Oh, you are so hot. How about a drink?" Sebastian took Sam's hand and led him off into a black and white themed room with a bar. A fully stocked bar! Holy –
"Wine?" Sebastian took a bottle from the collection and Sam merely nodded while he took in as much as he could of his surroundings.
"Here you go, Babe" Sebastian handed Sam a glass of something red and he took a sip. 'OK. That's just gross.' Sam thought as he swallowed quickly.
"Thanks." Sam politely responded. "Nice house"
"It's a dump." Sebastian dismissed and was suddenly so close to Sam he had to put his head back to actually see the other boy's face. Poor Blaine, being short was not a comfortable state to be in – especially when you had a panther breathing down your neck. "No-one's home. We won't be disturbed."
Sam drained the glass, suddenly in need of something to do.
"Maybe we could have another?" Sam asked nervously, handing out his glass to the other teen. He hoped Sebastian would have to go to the other side of the bar to refill it. "My mouth is dry."
"Maybe I could moisten it up a little" Sebastian purred as he leaned into Sam with his tongue extended.
Sam recoiled from the offending gesture. "Not here" Sam croaked out, suddenly fearing he was in deep trouble.
"Let's go up to the bedroom." Sebastian smiled and headed to the door. He paused when he noticed his companion was still standing at the bar. "Let's get crackin' - daddy's packin'." Sebastian leered as he took off his shirt.
'Oh my god', Sam thought. 'He's gonna make me his bitch! Blaine deserves so much better than this. There is no way anything is happening with this idiot.'
"Maybe you need a little help" Sebastian whispered, he was suddenly by Sam's side undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"Um … I have to pee" Sam blurted pushing away from Sebastian.
"Now?" Sebastian asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I could fill a moat." Sam said as he suddenly saw his way out. "You go upstairs and get undressed and I will be right there. Don't start without me"
Sam winked and pushed Sebastian up the stairs. Sebastian seemed to buy the story and ran up the stairs. As soon as he was out of sight, Sam took off out the front door and ran as fast as Blaine's little body could go. He ran a couple of blocks before slowing down to take a breath and think about how he was going to get home. He took the long walk to think about how he might explain this to Blaine. He hoped the other boy didn't think he would actually go through with sleeping with Sebastian. Sam shuddered at the thought.
Blaine's POV
Meanwhile Blaine was curled up on Sam's bed trying not to cry. That was one good thing about living (mostly) alone, no one heard you cry. How could Sam do this to him? Blaine had spent many nights thinking about the special day he would lose his virginity with someone who cared about him deeply and would never hurt him. The fact that a certain blonde had featured in these day-dreams more than once made the whole situation even more depressing.
He suddenly felt a dip in the bed and little hands touch him gently on the arm. As Blaine looked over his shoulder, he saw Stacey with her big green eyes so much like her elder brother's and a concerned look on her face that made his heart pang and the tear, he was holding in so well, fall down his cheek.
"Sammy?" The little girl whispered and crawled over to lie down in front of Blaine and snuggled into his chest. "How come you sad?"
"Um," Blaine stalled as he gently brushed the hair out of Stacie's eyes. "I'm just not feeling like myself at the moment." He offered in a broken voice.
"You look like my Sammy" the blonde said solemnly as she gently poked Blaine's cheek.
All Blaine could do was smile at his neighbour as the lump in his throat stopped his voice from working. He simply lay there and allowed the little girl to gently stroke his cheek. She then threw her arms around his neck and hung on tight.
"I'll protect you" Stacey promised. All Blaine could do was gently put his arms around the little girl and try not to sob too loudly. Sam had obviously said the same thing to her many times and now she was here for her brother. Sam did have it in him to be loving. Why couldn't he be that way toward Blaine?
Sam's POV
The next morning Sam ambled his way down Blaine's stairs. 'Another day of being Blaine. Ugh'. While Sam was getting dressed he found himself staring into the mirror. He had dressed as Blaine would approve today. Well, he dressed in the Cheerios uniform which made Blaine ass … mmmm….. Sam found a long coat to wear over the top. Luckily it was cool enough to do so, but mostly he just wanted to protect the little body he was currently in. He had spent many years fighting the overwhelming urge to hug his neighbour. He was a very tactile person and he had an overwhelming urge to protect the curly haired boy. But unfortunately as Sam and Blaine were, they usually got into verbal matches and the hugging just … never happened.
Mostly Sam missed watching Blaine when he thought no-one could see him. He would check out the brunette's ass or watch him in the weight room taking out his frustrations on the weight bag. He would seek out the boy and get him riled up so he could see the liquid amber of his eyes change colours with each emotion he went through. He longed to see what colour they would be when he kissed him breathless…
Sam sighed and shook himself out of his musings as he pushed open the kitchen door. He also missed his mum and her delicious cooking…
"Blainers!" Sam nearly jumped on the kitchen counter in fright as he heard another voice yell out in the big empty house. He looked over to the table to find a man with black curly hair and sapphire eyes smiling at him. 'Oh crap what was Blaine's brother's name again?' Sam relaxed with the knowledge that Blaine did actually have some family that checked on him occasionally.
Sam went to the older man and put his arms around him in a tight hug. His name started with C didn't it?
"Cooper!" Sam said a bit loudly in the brunette's ear.
"Good to see you too, little brother" Cooper patted Sam's back affectionately.
Sam tightened his grip on Cooper and held a little longer than most likely appropriate.
"Are you ok?" the older man asked, starting to worry about his little brother.
"I'm just so glad Blai-, I mean I have someone to hug" Sam whispered.
Cooper pulled back and held tight onto Sam's shoulders and looked him closely in the eyes, searching.
"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Cooper demanded.
Sam gasped, Cooper knew?
"He's next door" Sam blurted.
Cooper started raucously laughing and pulled Sam in for another tight hug.
"Oh, little squirt. You crack me up. I've missed you" Cooper excitedly told his supposed brother while still chuckling.
Cooper took Sam out for a bagel and coffee on the way to school. Sam scoffed them down gratefully as he realised he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. As Sam walked into the school looking around for Blaine, he noticed groups of students pointing and staring at him. He checked behind him a few times to see if they might have been talking about someone else, but there was no-one there. 'Was this about the outfit he wore yesterday? Were they disappointed he was dressed like normal Blaine again?'
As he walked past Britney, Santana and Quinn whispering excitedly, he thought he heard them mention Sebastian. 'Why the hell would they be whispering about Sebastian and pointing to him? Nothing happened!'
Sam finally found Blaine at his locker. He looked like he had been crying. He slowly approached him and tried to lighten the situation.
"Hey, Dude! So… wassup?" He stood awkwardly, waiting for Blaine to answer and hoped that he hadn't heard anything on the rumour mill. He just wanted it to be a thing between him and Blaine that he could laugh off and say 'ha – gotcha!' Instead Blaine glared at him. Wow, Sam didn't think his own face had ever been in such a scowl before. He thought he would play with him a little to see exactly how mad he was before he broke the news that his V-Plates were still intact.
"How could you do this to me?" Blaine hissed at Sam.
"What? It's just sex" Sam said nonchalantly. "Don't worry, you had a great time."
"I wanted it to be special. I was saving it for the boy I fell in love with" Blaine said a little heartbreakingly.
"You started it. A centre part is so European looking." Sam imitated the other boy defensively. "You lost me my girlfriend".
Sam watched Blaine stare back into the locker again dejectedly as the gravity of the situation seeped into Sam's thick head. His enjoyment of the situation rapidly desisted as Sam stepped closer to assure the boy he cared about that everything was alright.
"Look nothing happened, ok? I would never do anything so ... bad ... to you." Sam quietly spoke to the boy, struggling to find the words to convey his meaning to Blaine without giving his feelings away.
"Really?" Blaine asked quietly, a little uncertain that Sam wasn't still playing with him.
"Really" Sam assured with a slight smile.
"That's not what Sebastian's telling everyone." Blaine sadly informed Sam.
"Well he's a liar!" Sam exclaimed, anger rising at the thought of Sebastian talking about Blaine like that.
"Try telling that to the entire world" Blaine said as he shut the locker door to expose the graffiti written on the front in large letters spelling out SLUT. "How does it feel, being a cheap little slut?"
"Looks like I'm going to have to have a talk with that son-of-a-bitch because no one calls us a slut." Sam announced as he set off in search of the guy he wanted to pound into the ground. He searched the classroom he was supposed to be in, before realising he had gym and was currently at the basketball courts.
Sam stalked onto the court as he heard a random guy yell out. "Hey, your girlfriend's here Sebastian!"
Sam chose to ignore him as he had only one victim in sight. "I've been looking for you" He said as he approached the teen who had spread the vicious rumours about him, or Blaine, whatever.
"Well you found me, Babe." Sebastian smiled as if he had every right to do so.
"What the hell did you tell people?" Sam yelled. Glad people were starting to gather around and listen to what was happening.
"Nothing" Sebastian said as he tried and failed to shoot a basket. "That wasn't 100% true!"
Sebastian spoke loudly also, fuelling the rumours.
"You crazy, scumbag liar!" Sam yelled as he tried to get into the other teen's face.
"You've got a very dirty little mouth." Sebastian leered down at Sam. "But, then again, I already knew that"
Blaine suddenly barrelled past Sam and threw a punch at Sebastian's jaw.
"Ow." Blaine shook his hand before lunging at Sebastian again and kneeling on his junk
"That is no way to treat anybody – why don't you tell everybody what really happened" Blaine demanded of the sleazy teen.
"Ok, ok nothing happened." Sebastian gasped from the pain of his current situation.
"I think you owe this sweet, innocent, very attractive young man an apology!" Blaine once again demanded.
"Sorry" Sebastian whispered.
"Huh?" Sam yelled looking around, pleased the other kids were taking this in and were on their phones texting, tweeting or filming the latest instalment of today's drama at West McKinley High.
"I'm sorry. Nothing happened." Sebastian said louder as the crowd around them got louder with comments on what they saw.
Blaine's POV
Blaine winced as Sam gently put the ice pack on his right hand.
"Seriously, have you never thrown a punch?" Blaine asked as he gingerly moved his hand.
"Never, Dude. That was awesome!" Sam grinned at the other boy. "Have you ever hit a real person? Or, just the weight bag?"
"I've sparred before in boxing club. But usually with gloves on. I need to protect my hands for the piano." Blaine frowned as he looked at the strange hands he was moving. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but these hands really were delicate for such large hands.
"Things are kind of screwed up, huh?" Sam said quietly. "What were we dong when this happened?" He asked gesturing between the two of them.
"Arguing." Blaine answered simply.
"We always argue." Sam scoffed.
"Not always" Blaine said defensively.
Humph. Sam looked at Blaine as this was proving his point.
"We were at the museum in front of the ugly Mexican dude" Sam said thinking back to when this all started.
"Aztec" Blaine corrected."Tezcatlipoca"
"That's the guy!" Sam was always amazed at how smart Blaine was.
"He is the ancient god of sorcery." Blaine said looking at Sam as though he may be on the right track. With one look the boys were clambering up and making their way out of school and toward the museum. Missing a day would be totally worth it if they could fix things and get their original bodies back.
When Sam and Blaine got to the museum, they waited until the room was clear and they approached the offending statue.
"You go first" Blaine nudged Sam's arm, suddenly feeling nervous.
"You go first! You have the biggest mouth" Sam argued.
"I wouldn't be making fun of mouths, Trouty" Blaine used Santana's nickname against him. It always worked to get him going.
"Well, you are the one who's wearing it at the moment – Put it to good use!" Sam crossed his arms. Blaine watched him and thought to himself that it looked cuter when Sam pouted and crossed his arms in his body, the body that he-Blaine was currently using. 'Oh, here goes nothing'.
"Hi. How are you?" Blaine greeted the statue.
"Is that the best you can do? He's a god! You have to be so damn Country Club manners all the time?" Sam whispered exasperatedly at Blaine who nudged him and continued his conversation with the Aztec god.
"You may have gotten the impression that this young fellow and I didn't like each other. But let me tell you that could not be farther from the truth."
"That's right." Sam seemed to pick up on where Blaine was leading. "Sure we were fighting. But all friends fight right? I mean how could you not like Blaine? He's tidy and smart and kind of cute. Especially when he does that thing with his nose… We get along really well."
"Yeah, we're actually really close" Blaine tried not to blush too much as he softly grinned at Sam.
"The closest. Fact!" Sam was starting to get louder. "Blam to the end, yo."
"Blam?" Blaine whispered to Sam as if he was insane. "When did you come up with that?"
"Or do you prefer Slaine?" Sam whispered back as if that was where this conversation should be heading.
"Shut up. Let's just not overdo it." Blaine dismissed and put the thought of Sam coming up with these names to the back of his mind to think about later.
"Ok." Blaine continued addressing the statue now. "Now we have that cleared up. Here's what we're going to do." We'll close our eyes, count to three and when we open them up - we will be back in our own bodies again. If that's ok with you? Which…of course it is, this is just some big misunderstanding"
Both Blaine and Sam closed their eyes as Blaine counted 1 – 2 – 3.
Blaine slowly opened his eyes and looked down. He was still wearing Sam's letterman jacket. He still had Sam's pecs, still like 7 foot tall. He looked over at Sam who had one eye open and face squinting as if he waited a bit longer the outcome would change. He seemed to snap out of it as Blaine sighed loudly.
Sam dragged Blaine over to the side of the room and whispered, "Maybe he only speaks Spanish?"
"What are we going to do? Buy it an enchilada?" Blaine sighed. "I had my heart set on NYADA".
Much to Blaine's horror he could feel the tears stinging his eyes. He blinked to try and keep them from falling. Sam saw them though, as always.
"Not the tears, please." Sam tried to comfort him with his hands gripping Blaine's upper arms. "Do you think I wanna end up working with my dad at Spatula World?"
"I don't know" Blaine shrugged.
Sam sighed and looked away for inspiration "Wait- you hit Sebastian!"
"So?" Why did Sam have to bring up that incident again?
"That means you have my body, my strength. I've just gotta show you how to use it." Sam was grinning so widely that Blaine was worried if he got his face back it would be cracked in half. "You are going to get me my football scholarship!"
"Ok." Blaine said slowly as he started to see where Sam's thinking. "And I can help you with my audition piece for NYADA!"